When the couple opposite me went away, I hurriedly took up their space and slumped into the seat. I took notice of the guy in front of me. His head was bent down and his glasses slipped onto his nose bridge. As I stared at him for a while, I took notice of the shape of his nose bridge all the way down to his mouth. He wasn't the good looking type, but the clothes he was wearing speak to me that he keeps himself tidy and clean. His head still hung low, he was listening to music, and holding his phone, as if awaiting a message. He looked up after a while, and I was taking in the outside scenery, the whole world out there was in a rampage, raging lights, people walking too fast, shops opened for too long, the bus driver nonchalant to everything and doing his job, and the guy, the guy, he looked up.

And my heart went cold to find how much he looked just like you.